More Poetry Is Needed

31 Jul 2014

needmorepoetryToday, my Dad, who is 85, took us all to the Royal Academy Summer Exhibition to celebrate my big sister’s birthday. This one caught my eye.

After a lovely lunch, we all said goodbye in the crowded street and my Dad, spotting the number 38 bus, turned and ran for it. We began to walk away, but then my sister and I hesitated, looked at each other, and squinted after him. He was skipping through the crowd like a 20 year old. ¬†We waited for a moment or two to check that he didn’t collapse. He waved gaily and hopped on the bus.

Poetry in motion.

What’s The Missing One About?

20 Jan 2014

A short description of the novel in a video interview:

How to write a novel video

16 Jan 2014

Talking about the process of finding a literary agent and revising a manuscript